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The explosion follows quickly after the hissing. The force nearly sends me flying and I just manage to grab onto the ledge. All of my supplies tumble down and smash against the cliffs. Quickly glancing around, I hoist myself and start walking fast. It gets me where I want, while being quieter than running. And I need to sneak by, now that the explosion has alerted them all.

TWANG!

An arrow impales itself into a nearby tree. Crap! I’ve been found! I would sprint away from the skeleton but it stands in the direct path to my house.

TWANG!

No time to think. I run at a diagonal route, taking me dangerously near the skeleton. Still, I need to get home. If only I had looked, I would have seen the skeleton standing still, with an arrow already in its bow. Waiting.

I sprint with all I have, only wanting to get past this thing and get home. An arrow flies through the darkness.

There isn’t the sound of an arrow contacting resistance. Instead, the jagged tip tears into my thigh. I tumble to the floor, the pain crashing through my leg as my lips let out a cry, refusing to die silently.

The abomination walks closer, smiling at me with its eternal grin and the moonlight reflects off of the bones, making them seem to glow. I start to black out from the pain when something happens. Parts flash before my eyes as I lie in my pain-induced state.

An arrow ready to be released to end my life.

An arrow in flight.

The bow knocked to the ground.

A dagger drawn but broken by a shining sword.

And then the skeleton falls in front of me, still grinning that smile as it fades away.

A hand appears in front of my face and I struggle to look up to see its owner. A sturdy man with eyes of courage. I pale in comparison. His hair is rough and it is ruffled by the cold, snowy winds. Stubble covers his chin. I take his hand after great hassle and struggle up.

“What are you doing unarmed during the night? Here, take my sword.” He speaks briskly, wasting no time, and goes right to the situation at hand. I take the sword and glance at it. It’s shiny, iron perhaps? I was always killed after I found iron ores. Then I realize that he is still waiting for my answer.

“One of those green things exploded. I lost all my stuff and was trying to get back home but that skeleton got in my way.” My voice is shaky from both pain and fear.

“A Creeper, eh? Yeah, those things can really sneak up on you. We’d better get to your house so we can fix up your leg. I don’t want to get ambushed out here.” He hoists my arm in his shoulder. The pain is relieved, if only slightly.

We make it back to my house without any events. I wince both from pain and embarrassment as he looks it over.

“Not bad.” There’s approval in his tone, perhaps lessening the fact that I managed to lose all of my supplies at once. We get inside and I slide down against a wall to avoid my knees buckling out from under me. He gives me time to rest before giving me a wooden stick to bite and starting to take the arrow out.

I scream through my teeth, nearly snapping the stick in half as the man wrenches out the arrow and bandages the open wound. He instructs to me rest and I manage to fall asleep through all of the pain.



I walk back toward our house with a sack of logs bouncing on my back. It’s been a few months since I was saved by Darien. It had been years since I had anyone to tell my name.

“Darien? …Nice…name… Mine’s Bryan.”

He’s taught me all I need to know and more. Our environment, our food sources, our tools, and our enemies. I readjust my grip on the bag. We go out to harvest wood every once in a while, never having to travel too far out though, as we always replant what we reap. I’m about to turn the corner of the mountain to our home when I hear voices. Foreign voices. I take a few steps back and quietly place down the logs. Then I sneak back to the corner and peek around it. There are five people in cloaks, huddled in a circle, discussing something. I can see points poking out of their cloaks. Swords.

All of a sudden, I spot Darien, just about to round the corner. A warning almost bursts out but it’s already too late. He’s in the view now and his smile drops as quickly as rain when he sees the five people. They quickly arrange themselves in a line and draw their swords in a casual position, making little effort needed to switch between offense and defense.

“Darien of Parchejix, I presume?” The one in the middle speaks in a raspy voice.

“You cannot presume anything, you filth.” Darien answers in a cold tone that surprises me. I’ve never heard him talk like this.

“Arrogant words from a man. Especially one who's fate has already been decided.” Darien’s eyes narrow and he draws his sword. He starts to approach but then arrows sprout from his back and a blade appears from his stomach. No. No! NO!

I burst out from hiding, drawing a knife from my belt and stabbing it into the closet person’s chest, splattering blood over me before I sweep the feet out from under the second one and stomp down on his face. The one who attacked Darien rushes over to help them. I intercept his strike and rip the sword from his grasp. I hear his wrist break.

The sword goes unused, clattering to the floor as I attack, all of those vulnerable spots, stab stab stab stab with the fingernails. I finally stop, my chest heaving and I look around, somehow confused and distorted by my previous anger. Detached, even.

Only one person remains, his cloak splattered with the blood of his allies. I approach, wanting to vent out the last bits of anger and finish him when he quickly sprouts out words.

“Stop! We were simply hired! We have no personal grudge!”

“Who?! Who hired you?!” My voice is unrecognizable, taken over by rage.

“We, uh, I, I don’t know! We got a letter with gold one day! Here! Take the gold and letter! Please spare me!” He withdraws a package from his cloak and throws it at my feet. I kill him and glance around. The archers seem to have run. Good for them. The anger is finally spent and I run over to Darien. He’s still alive. Just for a tiny bit longer.

“D-d-darien. No… no, no no nono-” He cuts off my stammering.

“Stop. I’m going to die, and that’s that. This is where my journey ends. You have a life to live. Stop wasting it on me.” I take his hand and squeeze it tightly, needing to hold onto something as the world spins out of control. Tears start streaming down my face as reality takes hold.

“Waste? No…I’ll…I’ll stay. Till the end. Whatdoyouneed? Anything to… lessen the pain?” I manage to choke out the words in intervals.

“Just…Just do me one favor…” His voice is getting quieter and the pauses between his words are longer.

“Anything.” I can just make out his face through my tears as he gives me his final request.

“Make me a grave…Remember Bryan, you’re a hero. Show everyone what you can do.” Our positions are switched. Instead, he is the one looking up to me. But I can’t return the favor and save him. His hand goes limp in mine and I cry harder. Time passes. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. I compose myself and get a shovel from the building. It’s no longer a house. It’s no longer ours, nor is it mine. It contains memories that I can no longer feel happy recalling. My arms mechanically dig a hole, my mind gone, and I gently place his body into it. I fill it up and step back to look. It isn’t a grave. No landmark. I take some nearby soil and make a small pyramid. It’s the best I can do in this wrecked condition.

I remember the package. Walk over to it. Pick it up. Break the seals. Find a paper. Unfold. Read.

HEllO, BrOthErhOOd. ExcUsE OUr wrItIng As yOU rEAd. ThE gOld yOU rEcEIvEd, there Is sO mUch mOrE And wE’d bE hAppy to gIvE It tO yOU. HUnt down DArIEn Of PArchEjIx, And UsE hIs hEAd In thE fOllOwIng rItUAl. YOU’ll gEt yOUr sIlly gOld.
~ T.P.Z

I skip past the instructions. Brotherhood and T.P.Z. Two names. Two groups. I will avenge Darien. I will hunt them down and they will die at my hands.



Many Brotherhood members die at my hands, but T.P.Z. eludes me completely, I find not a word about them. My thirst for their blood only grows. I find the Brotherhood with tidbits of information, eavesdropping on conversations, hearing rumors, and other things. All while being invisible. No, I am not truly impossible to see. I do not disappear. Instead, I block myself from society. Nobody knows me. Nobody recognizes me. Even if they do notice, they see only a visiting wanderer. Essentially, to people, I am invisible. A nobody.

But I suppose that brought my downfall. Slowly, my life of “Search and Kill” takes its toll on my humanity. I detach from my body. My reason, avenging Darien, fades away and dies along with my memories. I only have two purposes for my existence. Find T.P.Z. and Brotherhood members. Slaughter them. Painfully. I notice the toll on my mind but do nothing. Day by day, I fade further from society, truly becoming invisible to all. Week by week, I show less rage, or anything, while killing units of Brotherhood. Blood no longer has meaning. Just a red water. Month by month, I blank out more often, and wake up in a completely different place. There is always a pyramid next to me. And then, year by year, my conscious fades as well. Everything that makes me humane starts to tear away from my body.

I try to prevent it but I can only slow it down. One of Darien’s lessons come back to me. “Make the most out of life. That way, you won’t regret anything.” It’s too late to avoid regret but I can at least have a personal win at the end of my life. Recall memories. Bear the pain, remember the joy and perhaps keep my identity. I start leaving a sort of calling card when I kill Brotherhood people. It’s nothing much. Just to let them know who they are dealing with.

I am the Hero Bryan. I will find you. You will feel Darien’s pain. Start regretting your life and pray.

But there is a problem with that. I don’t truly believe in it. Do I believe in it? Am I truly a Hero? No. I don’t think that it’s true at all. But it’s all I have left from my life. Fate didn’t want anything from my life. When I found out, everything of me died.

Herobrine.

One second, I charge into battle, screaming, “The Hero Bryan will have his revenge on all of you!” The next, I hear rumors in town about Herobrine. Brotherhood fighters scream that name as they flee. The only connection I had to this world was butchered. Everything I have shatters into pieces.

“Remember Bryan, you are a hero to me.”

My mind, my spirit, and my soul all cut their lines away from reality. I float aimlessly in space, a void of blue that stretches on forever.

Who am I really? Bryan? Not anymore. A hero? I never was. The Hero Bryan? A grasp at reality. Herobrine? Maybe I am now.

Two blobs of something rise up so that they have me in the middle. I glance at them for a second with a sad, tired look. I look away. They close the gap between them, encompassing me. Well. This is it.

But fate refuses to let me rest with Death. I’m dragged through space and time. The first thing I see is the clock tower. I’m back at the town where I heard of Herobrine. Then I see that I am in the air. I’m suspended there. I look down to see the cause but then see the flames.

What’s going on?! My being responds and I swoop down to the person who caused it all. Me. My body of flesh and bone. It. Him. Arrows are spread everywhere yet I see no blood on their tips. I see blood on his hands. A sword glints in the sky, a mix of iron, gold, and diamond. A teenage boy runs up with it in hand. He brings it down with skill and power but it merely passes through my body. What!? I thought that my body was made of flesh and bone but it seems that it has exceeded physical existence. It’s an entity now.

My entity, the entity…is simply “It”. It turns its head and I scream both to myself and to the adolescent boy. My screams echo in my mind. I have no effect in the real world. NO! RUN! GET OUT OF THERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Humanity no longer exists in that shell of my body. The pupils have completely disappeared, eaten by the insanity that has planted itself there. A blank expression has replaced my usual frown. The teenager whimpers and falls down. His blood splatters across the ground. His beating heart is in the hand of the entity. The sword is gone, thrown somewhere unknown. And then, as if bored of this chaos, my body drops the heart and runs off. It’s a leisure run, not a sprint of hurry. I follow from above.

He continues to run. I continue to follow. He stops, I do as well. He scares explorers, sometimes killing them, and I watch in pain and sorrow. That is what I do now. Look at my body bringing death and fear to all. This is the result of my hate. Do not take the same fate as I did. Avoid it at any cost. I hope that you never meet me or my body. We are both monsters.




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If you like my work, you are welcome to give me a rep and/or an internet. I'd really appreciate it! Also, if you'd like to see my other work, go here: Click!
Also, with my work, I go by this quote:

Quote from Best of Bits and Pieces »

Praise does wonders for the sense of hearing.

So just leave a post, any post, really. All, whether harsh criticism, or, well, praise, are appreciated.

Reserved. Just in case.

Reserved for future use.

Strangely, Timid Affection got a lot more views than this. People like romance better? Or they don't like this plot and what it contains at the end? What is the BLASHPHEMY?! Seriously though, could someone comment as to tell me whether they like it or not and why?

Quote from Shorigun »

When I saw there were two guys in the story It reminded me of a Yaoi story...

Yeah I was kinda like...this sounds kinda weird.

Quote from coalpup »

when he turned into herobrine i was like HOLY FREAKING S*** but who was the T.P.Z. or something guy?

Tormented Pigmen Zombies. Don't ask me why because I don't know myself. I was just like...they were sent a message...and Darien has conquered lands...in a metaphorical way. So...The Zombie Pigmen don't want him doing that to their domain. It was something along those lines.

Quote from tehpwnzerz »

Very nice story. I gave you your 100th interweb.

Maybe you should sit down. You see, dear tehpwnzerz...thats was my 108th interwebs. -GASPS FROM ACROSS THE ROOM- -PEOPLE FAINT-
Yes. I know. It is a shame.

WELL, thanks anyways!

Quote from JamieMin0r »

OMFG. Didn't expect a Herobrine story! Well played sir.

Indeed. Just popped into my head when trying to write The Mine's Reality. Was like...-writing-...Oh hey! What is a guy got a friend but then the friend was killed! Herobrine! And then I was like...gotta put this down. And so a story was born.
...Lolwut?

Quote from Neoo »

I really liked this story but I think it was a bit to short (mabye because I liked it so much). But It could be a bit slower, just saying xD

Uh...I don't know how to make people die slower. And I didn't REALLY want to write out what happened between their meeting and Darien's death. That would be...boring. And I certainly did not feel like making his SOUL go away any slower. I don't really know what I could have done to make it longer...perhaps throw a fight scene right after Darien's death....But nah.

Quote from Ryanlollies »

You continue to amaze us all with your profound ability to construct sentences in stories that bring out sadness, happines, anger, and romance! It's amazing Jeso, it really is.
You. You are my hero : )

Hero!? NO! I DUN WANNA BE HEROBRINE! D:
Lol jk.

Quote from Matteo »

Edit: Finally read the story, it's awesome.

You FINALLY read it? Sad.

I'm writing part 3 of A Soldier's Judgement. Just an update.

Quote from Matteo »

I read it right after I wrote that comment, honey. I swear!
Now I have to catch up all all your other stories.

What, does everybody read one of my stories but never reads the others? I am saddened.

Quote from Matteo »

Don't be old chap.

Ah, but I must leave my monocle and pipe to go to school tomorrow. Tiss a sad, sad, final day of relaxing joy.

Quote from JamieMin0r »

D: That sucks. I'll be going on Wednesday. I'll try and stay active here though. And pass you in postcount.

Lies. I shall finish my homework hopefully in school cause I do that most of the time, rush back and post comments on ALL topics.

I just noticed that this story is now being read. It got absolutely overshadowed by Timid Affection, even before the sequels. I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad.

Quote from Vilborg »

I liked the story.

:3
Thanks!